BROOKE
My body jerks, and I grip the sheets as another orgasm explodes from my center. My legs pull together, trapping Joel’s head between my thighs. Course stubble scrapes my inner thigh as he kisses me softly, licking up the juices that exploded out of me in shameless ecstasy.
With Joel between my legs, I forget where I am; I forget about the day, I forget what I could lose if we are found out. The only thing that matters is him. The clever lick of his tongue, the scratch of his stubble, and the sensations of pure ecstasy flowing through my body. But it’s more than desire. He’s a safe space, a space where I can let go, be vulnerable, and put my own needs first for once.
Joel comes up from between my legs, and I reach for him and pull him to me.
“You want me to stop?” he says, as if giving me three orgasms isn’t enough.
I could go on. I could let him tease more out of me until I’m nothing but a floppy mess, but I want more from him; I crave the connection we’ve been dancing around all week.
“Come here.”
I draw him towards me, and he shuffles up the bed. His body is hard against mine, and I trace the hard peaks of his chest with my fingertips. A faded tattoo covers one shoulder, and a scar winds down his torso.
I press my lips to the scar, and his scent overwhelms me. My legs wrap around him, and his cock presses into my belly. He still has his underwear on, and it’s the only barrier between us as he positions himself between my legs.
I tug at the top of his underwear. “Take these off.”
“Are you sure?” He searches my face, giving me the chance to back out.
I wish he wouldn’t. If I think about this too much, I might change my mind. But it’s not my mind making the decisions. I don’t want to think about all the reasons why this is a bad idea, because right now it feels like the right idea, like an inevitable consequence of the past few days. My body craves his, and by the look in his eyes and the hardness of the cock pressing into me, he feels the same.
“Yes.” My voice comes out low and needy. I barely recognize myself. But he’s got me so worked up, I don’t feel like myself. No, I realize I do feel like myself, but it’s a different self, one I haven’t explored before, a confident, sexy version of myself.
“Get them off now, sir.”
I giggle, and his eyes widen at my sudden commanding tone. It’s the one he used on me earlier that made my panties melt. Two can play at that game.
“Yes, ma’am.”
He stands next to the bed and salutes, which makes me giggle more, considering he’s wearing nothing apart from his underwear.
He slides them off, and I can’t take my eyes off his beautiful cock. It’s thick and long and leans slightly to the left. A pulsing purple vein runs up the center. It’s ready for action, and I’m suddenly not so confident I can manage that girth.
“One minute.” Joel dives into his backpack, and a moment later pulls out a condom.
“You brought condoms to camp?”
“Not intentionally. They’re part of my survival pack.”
I shouldn’t be surprised. The man’s more prepared than a boy scout.
He rips open the packet and slides one onto his throbbing length. He sees me staring at his cock and misinterprets my uncertainty.
“We don’t have to do this. If you want to stop, just tell me. We can pick this up again back in Hope.”
My fingers trail over his thighs, catching in his curly leg hair. His skin is hot under my touch, and his dick twitches as my hand gets closer.
Another thing I learned from moving around a lot is to seize the moment. No one is promised tomorrow, and if I don’t satisfy this need with Joel now, I may not have the chance to do it again.
“I don’t think I can wait.” My hand closes around his cock, and he groans.
“You have to be quieter than that.”
He moves on the bed to lie down next to me. “Brooke, I don’t know if I can. You’re driving me wild.”
His lips kiss my breasts and my neck, and then they’re on my mouth. Fire sparks between us, and I can no longer wait. I want him, I want him to claim me, to be inside me, to fill me up. I guide him toward me, and then he slowly slips inside.
